THE SHROUD
The little childish happiness
Is taken off, together
With the old school uniform
Never will I be in that uniform again
And who will remember
The little girl with her two little pigtails
With her petticoats always too long
And her thousand naughty and silly ways?
The old school uniform
With the childish delights and giggles
Is folded and locked up in the top drawer
Forever.
Shall I cry?
I am no longer a child
My eyes so dry
It is not easy to cry.
Yet I hear somebody weeping-
Crying louder and louder- howling
I feel her tears-
She is the girl locked up in the top drawer.
-Wong May
